A weblogged first-person view: Dori Mondon describing the horrific event, as it happened, looking out her Brooklyn apartment window at the WTC carnage:

as i recall, i left off where i was standing in my bathrobe.

after the second plane ran into the building (excuse me, could someone rewind that?) and the building burned for a while, i went back downstairs for a cup of coffee. people were loudly sobbing on my roof. everyone screamed when it happened. you could hear 11 stories of screams and OH MY GODS from the roof and the stairwells.

Voices from our weblogging community...

• Ozzie tells about Chris in Manhattan. I arrived home to find out that my brother, Chris/topher, is okay in his Manhattan home. He resides in Midtown, in the village, so he was not close enough to get hurt, but as you can probably predict, definitely too close for comfort.

• Robin... it hasnt fully sunk in. my generation is characterized by movies and thats all i see in my head-- i see the picture from the end of the 'spiderman' trailer with the web strung between those two towers... that arent there anymore. i see the clouds of smoke and debris rolling down the streets of new york in 'independence day.' even the first-person camcorder footage looks like 'blair witch project' to me. its unreal. surreal. i wish it wasnt real....

• Samson... ...Tragic... so tragic... I'm basically speechless to what I saw today...

• Harry... I predict more attacks like this in the near future, and our government can do nothing but tighten security, lessen personal freedom and block airways. If that happens, the terrorists have won. They are not trying to kill the most people or weaken america from a military point of view (they can't) they are trying to change our way of life, and it worse than a formal military conflict in a number of ways.

• Stevie... I'm shocked. That's the best that I can say for the time being.

• Giancarlo... i was reminded that hundreds of voices screamed in pain and there was nothing nobody could do, i felt a deep connection deep down inside me to all those who were inside the bulding when it happend. i could hear their screams, i could feel them scratching at my heart looking for a way out from their hell. all i could do was listen, an wonder where was god, where was that supreme being that everyone prayed to. then i remebered that i did not belive in him. and it all made sense after that.

• Nathan... (posts some harrowing pictures)

• Priscilla... it's scary. and my physics teacher said this morning, "the world today is a different world from yesterday," and he is soo right. i'm really worried about chris; he lives in new york, even if it is not new york city. i keep thinking about how last night i was talking to him, complaining good-naturedly about an ap euro test.. and then this morning...

• Candace... lots of possible exclamations, rants, questions, nothing really to say

• Chris... Uh, who can write on a morning like this? I have nothing original to say. I'm glued to the TV. I feel sick, disgusted, angry, grieved...

• Damien... I just hope people don't forget how beautiful life is, even in the wake of destructive hatred.

• Peter... The horror of what is going on in Washington and New York is beyond belief. ... Everything fades into insignificance at times like this.

• Jennifer... today was a sad, sad day in many things. the world is a very different place today than it was last night when i went to bed.

• Stephanie... At school, the topic of most conversations, both inside and outside of classrooms, was this terrorist attack. Many of us were worried about our friends, those who graduating last year and were starting school in New York. Fortunately, we were informed via e-mail that all of them were fine.

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